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A compartment of my heart
Is slowly creaking open
Petrified to hope
Terrified of the discovery
But I’m diving head first
Straight into the unknown

Don’t look me in the eyes
I want to hide the desperation
The little vulnerable girl
Nailless from clawing to the surface

Stifled and lifeless in the coffin I’d buried her
But the bell’s toll was as clear as day
There’s no stopping now
It’s begun

The threads of the rope clutched tight in my grip
Now threatening to unravel

Fear festering deep in my soul
As uncertainty shrieks
But the void howls incessantly
The girl with the bloody fingers
Crouched and ready
Waiting for the raging storm